"And I promise you that you cannot go," returned the governess, decisively. "My faith! you go, you go, you go; yesterday, today, tomorrow; and where are your studies? I might as well take my departure; I am of no longer use."
"I wish I was that douanier," spoke the young lady with an angry stamp, looking out at the preventive man pacing the edge of the plateau.
"I wish you were--for one day; you would soon wish yourself back again into yourself, Miss Thornycroft. Will you sit down and begin your studies?"
"No; it is too hot to work. German would give me the headache today, mademoiselle."
"I wish your papa, Monsieur the Justice, was at home. I would appeal to him."
"So would I. I wish he was! Papa would not make me do lessons against my will."
"Will you come into the other room to your harp, then?"
"No," reiterated Miss Thornycroft. "When I don't want to work, I can't work; and, excuse me, mademoiselle, but I won't. There! I am invited out today, and I want to go. Mrs. Sam Copp is going to Jutpoint, and she is to take me."
Mademoiselle got up in despair. Day by day, she saw it well, her authority was getting less.
"Miss Mary Anne, hear me! I will not have you go. I defend you to quit the house."